Hot and barren Central Cali

Will we ever get there?

The western sun beats down on our A/C-less truck as we cross the plains of Central California. We've been driving for hours in this scorching heat, the only thing that makes it tolerable is the violent wind which blows through the lowered windows.

We are impressed with the farmland, and the slew of farmer's markets selling locally grown produce. I wish they had more of these in all the States.

Maybe this grass was green in the spring?

At least the wind is good for something

Our un-ergonomic, non-adjustable 'farm bench' seat offers very little comfort for backsides that have traveled countless miles.

After what seems like an eternity, there's the figurative 'light at the end of the tunnel' - our destination nears, just in time for us to enjoy the evening California traffic. Thirty miles is traversed in an hour.

We push on, enduring heat and hardship. You know, we as Americans are really pretty soft...and wimpy. Of course I speak only from personal experience.

But we really like having our temperature controlled spaces and comfortable sitting places.

We look on the bright side. The kids are traveling well and amazingly patient, playing made up games like 'find the GPS' in the passing cars.

Finally, as we descend toward the coast, the traffic thins and the air turns cool and refreshing. Ahhh...you appreciate it so much more when you've undergone its opposite.

Arriving in Santa Cruz, we make a pit stop at a gas station to 'freshen up' before spewing ourselves upon our generous hosts.

Our GPS (well, we actually borrowed it) directs us to the dead-end street of the address we'd be given. To our left is a row of beach homes, to the right is the inviting sand and sea as far as the eye can see.

Oh, it's so good to finally be here.


The sun sets over the Santa Cruz boardwalk




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